He did not wait for her answer.

He walked down the corridor with quick, heavy strides, his leather shoes clicking on the polished terrazzo floor.

Claire stayed standing against the tile wall for a long minute.

Her legs felt weak, and her hands were cold around the paper coffee cup.

She walked slowly down the long east hallway toward Room 104, where the double doors were still firmly shut.

Arthur stood by the heavy wooden doors, holding a clipboard and a red ballpoint pen.